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Kiss the Darkness.
Kir Sirin.

.9.

Whispers in the Dark

Pit didn't know how long he cried.

Mario, Kirby, and Peach were walking by and saw Pit shaking beside a still angel. They didn't ask questions, only helped take Dark Pit to Pit's room. Pit imagined they had them, but was glad they didn't ask.

Pit tried everything he could to wake up Dark Pit.

He even prayed to Palutena to just let Dark Pit open his eyes.

So Pit could see that beautiful color again.

He sat on his knees on the floor beside his bed where Dark Pit now lay. His black wings were bandaged; the ashes from his burnt feathers lay scattered across the floor. Pit had coated Dark Pit's entire back with his ointment for burns. He wished he could feed Dark Pit some of his healing plants that Palutena gave him, but the angel couldn't even get Dark Pit's mouth to open.

He buried his head in his arms and cried beside the Angel of Darkness.

What if he never woke up?

What would Pit do?

That thought made Pit's heart shatter and he cried louder. "Don't die, please." He pleaded. "Just don't. Don't leave me alone."

He didn't know that just outside his door a blue mercenary sat on the floor with a breaking heart wondering why Pit thought he would be left alone if that stupid angel was gone.

"Pit…" Dark Pit coughed. At first, Pit thought it was his own thoughts, but the coughing came louder and he felt a hand on his elbow.

Pit looked up and his face broke to see Dark Pit gazing weakly at him.

"Why are you crying?" Dark Pit asked.

Pit let out a broken sob and cried louder. "Pit!" He exclaimed and the rest of his words were only tears.

The Prince of the Underworld felt an unusual pang in his empty chest when he saw tears shimmer down Pit's red cheeks. His blue eyes were now red and puffy.

How long had he been crying?

"Pit…" Dark Pit tried to sit up but unfamiliar pain shot up his spine. He grunted and fell back on the bed.

Pit quickly got a long-nosed bottle out from underneath the bed and gave it to Dark Pit. "H-Here…" He hiccupped. "Drink this. I mixed some leaves and this potion that Marth gave me." Pit raised the dark angel's head and slowly fed him the drink.

When he was finished, Pit smiled. "Go to sleep, okay? The medicine makes your head a little fuzzy."

Dark Pit gave a small smirk and nodded. Pit's heart leapt when he heard Dark Pit's voice say. "Thank you."

Later that Night

Pit awoke to the sound of Dark Pit's muffled screams. He ran over to the dark angel's bedside and saw he was biting his lip to keep from screaming. Dark Pit thrashed around and suddenly his eyes shot open.

"Pit?" He whispered as he saw the Angel of Light loom over him.

"Hey… You were having a nightmare…"

"No…" Dark Pit shook his head. "It's not a nightmare if it really happened."

"What?" Pit shook his head. "No, the medicine just messes with your head for a bit, that's all."

Then he remembered.

"I don't really use this for medicinal purposes." Marth explained. "It breaks whoever's mind you give it to. So they won't be able to lie or think straight. Whatever they tell you is the truth and they can't do a thing about it. I use it for different purposes rather than just healing."

Pit's eyes widened as he saw the scares all over Dark Pit's body again.

He knew that, if he asked directly, Dark Pit would never tell him.

Now was his chance!

"Um… P-Pit…" Pit sat on the edge of the bed. "What exactly did you dream about?"

Dark Pit closed his eyes and sighed. "Real nightmares. In the Underworld, I was an outcast because of my appearance and I would routinely get attacked by things you wouldn't dare to think about."

"Attacked?"

"Yes. Before Medusa died, after you left, she made a harpy named Celeno create me. I don't know what her reasoning was, but she died and named me Prince of the Underworld. Celeno was made Queen and everyone hated it."

"Because you looked like me?"

"Yeah. Everyday someone would try and tear my wings off. That's why you found me in such a state when I first came here. A monster had attacked me. Thankfully it was only one, usually they come in packs."

Dark Pit smiled and took Pit's hand in his.

"But none of that mattered because I had you."

"Wh-What?" Pit blushed.

"Everyday I watched you from our Sight Lake. It's not as glamorous as your Watch Tower, but still... It showed me you. You were the reason why I kept dealing with the nightmares that haunted me. You were everything I had… And now you're sitting next to me."

"P-Pit… What are you saying?"

Dark Pit tugged on Pit's hand to help himself sit up straight. He winced but smiled again when he met Pit's sapphire-blue eyes. He touched his hot cheek and chuckled.

"How can I make you blush so much, My Angel?" Dark Pit's blue eyes sparkled uncharacteristically. "You're the most interesting person I have ever met. Even though I have no heart, I feel happy around you. I try to deny it to myself, but I do. You make me feel, Pit. Before I was just an empty shell… Now I can't seem to find a place to put all of these feelings."

Dark Pit sighed and brought their foreheads together.

"You're so beautiful, do you know that? That other angel didn't deserve you. He couldn't see the beauty and light you hold. None of the angel's in Angel Land could."

Pit's red cheeks turned a deep scarlet at Dark Pit's words. He placed his hand over Dark Pit's and rested it there.

Dark Pit sighed, "My chest tightens whenever you touch me. I… I don't know what that means, but…" Dark Pit took Pit's other hand and held it firmly. "I wouldn't trade it for the world. Why do you look so confused, My Angel? Did I say something wrong?"

"N-No, it's just…"

"You don't like it when I call you 'My Angel'?"

"Um… It's not that… It's just…"

"Then what?" Dark Pit looked worried or scared even. "Please, say something."

"I-It's just… I've never seen you like this… Y-You're so… Emotional."

"You… Don't like that?"

"No, no I do! I'm just not used to it… That's all…"

"Oh…" Dark Pit pulled his hands away and Pit's heart cracked. He wanted to take back what he had just said when he saw Dark Pit's dark-blue eyes look downcast.

"Well…" He said softly. "I suppose it's because… I don't feel that comfortable with showing emotions I know are just fake. I never feel anything and whenever I'm around you, I feel these strange things… But… They can't be real, right? I'm afraid of getting too attached to you… But fear is a feeling… I feel elated whenever I make you smile… But happiness is a feeling… I'm—"

"Why are you afraid of being close to me?" Pit leaned forward but then jumped back when Dark Pit looked at him with tears in his eyes.

"I can't get close to you because…" He shook his head. "By Medusa, I am such a fool. Why am I even here? I'm too deeply attached already… If I take it now… I'll break it anyways. I can't break it…"

"Pit, what are you saying?" Pit's brows furrowed in worry.

Dark Pit suddenly grabbed the back of Pit's neck and pulled him just a breath away from his own face.

His broken blue eyes shot through Pit.

"Pit… Would you hate me? I couldn't live with that thing if you hated me. It wouldn't be worth it. It's all I want… All I need… But I can't take it if you're mad… If you will hate me for taking it."

"Pit… Take what?"

"Do you love me?"

"What?!" Pit's cheeks burned brighter. His body jolted back but Dark Pit's hold on his hand was to strong to get away.

Dark Pit whispered desperately, "Do you love me? Do you trust me? Would you give me everything if I asked for it?"

"O-Of course…"

Dark Pit gave a sigh. Why did that feel like the wrong answer? "Then I've done it. All I need now is to go ahead and take it from you." He shook his head. "What good is a heart if I don't want to feel this sadness that comes after?"

"A heart?" Pit gasped when the Angel of Darkness whispered on his lips,

"You're all I have. Pit, will you let me kiss you?"

"Uh… I-I guess… S-Sure…" He held in his breath when he felt Dark Pit's lips fall over his.

He didn't know why, but Dark Pit always made him feel like he was wanted; as if he wasn't the worst, most despised angel in the world. He felt loved. He felt…

Pit felt happy.

So when Dark Pit broke off their short kiss and muttered, "By the Goddess, I'm so sorry, Pit, but I have to. I need a heart; your heart."

He didn't hear him.

He just crashed their lips back together and let everything else fade away.

It wouldn't matter in the morning. Since Dark Pit wouldn't remember any of this anyways.

But Pit always would.